WESSEX
Delphia brings up an interesting point that might have made her gut clench - before. Now, she just clenches her jaw and tries to find the right words. Bringing a hand up from her lap to lean her head on, she is now far more physically invested than she was before. The death thing was bout to come up, but that’s not what makes her pause and let the silence fall between them. When Wessex finally begins, it’s with surety. “While I appreciate the comparison, it’s difficult for me to empathize with the Old Gods. They've always had the power to alleviate some of the unique problems here and they didn't. That and we know them but don’t know them. We know their heralds, who are not the kind and wise creatures you paint the Old Gods to be. When I first Ascended they tried to kill me with sunlight, called me an abomination. Then the Ludo thing…” She shakes her head.
“The Old Gods and their heralds’ unwillingness to help the Grounders when faced with drought, disease, and mutated animals in prison not of their choosing makes me seriously question whether or not they truly know better. Like it or not, we were dying in the barrier and opening it up saved us. Not only that but it feels like they kept us weak when magic and knowledge might have saved so many more.” That the horror of dying may be lost on Delphia doesn’t escape her. But it has to be said. Her reality is not theirs.
“So I wonder why shouldn’t places be opened? Why shouldn’t we travel? Make our own choices?What’s so bad about that? No one’s given us a reason or an answer.” Like authoritarian parents, they’ve just said NO to a few people and expected the rest to fall in line because they’re the parents.
Here, she pauses again, biting at the inside of her lip. “Mort might welcome me. But will the souls in his care? What if I’m happiest with godly Mother I know, who saved my life twice over, and has shown me nothing but love? What if the Ascended souls are happy with her?”
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
